Wei Wuxian's grin softens to a downright foolish smile. He sits up, the coverlet pooling around his waist, and stretches his arms high overhead; he twists from side to side with a satisfied groan before gathering his hair behind his shoulders.
It does not seem too terribly tangled. That's good. Much as both of them wish he could, Lan Zhan cannot afford to spend ages working out any truly stubborn knots in Wei Wuxian's hair.
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Date: 2020-10-23 11:26 pm (UTC)It does not seem too terribly tangled. That's good. Much as both of them wish he could, Lan Zhan cannot afford to spend ages working out any truly stubborn knots in Wei Wuxian's hair.